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[acaseofyou]

they say that death is a tragedy it comes once, and it's over

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[acaseofyou]

Mechanical bull probably isn't near as good for blackmail as it would be for insurance fraud.

[ She keeps herself mostly turned toward the records, fiddling idly with them between glances back in his direction. The blues keeps on, hard oh lord ain't it hard, as he finishes his quickchange. ]

Odetta always was. [ It's said with a smile, fond but small, as she sets down the record in her hands and makes room for him to come up and do whatever he likes with the records. ] And she sang Dylan better than he did by miles.

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I don't think it's hard to sing better than Dylan. At least in regards to the quality of his voice. It was memorable, but not dulcet.

[He's just browsing her collection as he gets warm from the dry clothes, his damp hair a little wavy and haphazard as he bends over to read the back of one.]

Are you thinking about Lorelai?

[He means in regards to the hard lovin' song playing.]

[acaseofyou]

Don't figure he was trying for dulcet, which makes the bar pretty damn low.

[ It's nice, seeing him like this. Warming up, more casual. Even the wave in his hair, these small dishevelments from his usual look. She's watching how the light plays in it when he asks about Lorelai, and it takes her a moment to get her head around an answer. ]

Fitting to be, I think. She liked Odetta, too.

[ She was also, at many different points, very hard to love and be loved by. ]

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I'll admit I still like his songs. His voice works for them. Though I won't argue that other people certainly have some covers that they do better.

I think it might be nice to witness that, if one's ego doesn't get in the way. Taking what you've built and seeing other people add onto it or adapt it.

[He lets the pause linger until she's ready to talk. As impatient as Kaz is in most social circumstances, he can wait when he feels it's worthwhile. Birdie is always worth that while to him.]

Sometimes little things just trigger moments of the past. And other times, we seek them out. Do you want to talk about it, or should we talk about something else?